π·ποΈ Professional photographer, poetic writer, and master of crafting compelling copy for emails and sales.
πΈ With a lens as my paintbrush, I capture moments that stir emotions and tell stories.
π My poetic pen weaves words into tapestries of thought and feeling, evoking a symphony of sensations.
π§πΌ And in the digital realm, I wield words like a maestro, crafting emails and sales copy that resonate and persuade.
π Whether through the visual, the written, or the persuasive, I strive to ignite connections and inspire action.
Let's create something beautiful together.
πΈ With a lens as my paintbrush, I capture moments that stir emotions and tell stories.
π My poetic pen weaves words into tapestries of thought and feeling, evoking a symphony of sensations.
π§πΌ And in the digital realm, I wield words like a maestro, crafting emails and sales copy that resonate and persuade.
π Whether through the visual, the written, or the persuasive, I strive to ignite connections and inspire action.
Let's create something beautiful together.
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- SO LONG
I thought I was a wall,
Even that could fall.
Every brick I had you broke,
Even though I was just a bloke.
You nipped me off in the wake of my bloom,
Just to watch my glow and savor my scent.
I feared for my petals, for I could wither;
Yet I fell by your whittle,
Albeit assured that I would live.
Even my Polen you wouldn't give.
You took my youth,
Now you want to be you.
I just got ready to board,
But you said the ship has sailed.
My "friend-ship" sailed without me;
A ship I crafted for my maiden.
Also my license is forbidden.
I can only stand by the shore and stare.
It embraced the storm to my dismay.
Yes, I am the captain, come what may;
So I naively thought.
I thought you wanted a calm sea,
But you're the whirlwind I see.
You led me on for so long.
So long, my beautiful ship.
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#Everything is contextually relative.SO LONG I thought I was a wall, Even that could fall. Every brick I had you broke, Even though I was just a bloke. You nipped me off in the wake of my bloom, Just to watch my glow and savor my scent. I feared for my petals, for I could wither; Yet I fell by your whittle, Albeit assured that I would live. Even my Polen you wouldn't give. You took my youth, Now you want to be you. I just got ready to board, But you said the ship has sailed. My "friend-ship" sailed without me; A ship I crafted for my maiden. Also my license is forbidden. I can only stand by the shore and stare. It embraced the storm to my dismay. Yes, I am the captain, come what may; So I naively thought. I thought you wanted a calm sea, But you're the whirlwind I see. You led me on for so long. So long, my beautiful ship. ====================== #Everything is contextually relative.Effettua l'accesso per mettere mi piace, condividere e commentare! - Sober Reflection
It was all joy and smile
As I rolled out of the factory.
Like a new minted coin, I shone.
I didn't worth much, but I was worthy and wanted.
Everyday was wishes of bliss.
But sooner I became an object of boredom.
A home to call mine I desired, or at least traded for a fair price;
But there are more where I came from.
Like a used and unwanted toy,
I was cast off, left alone on the lawn.
Pounded and drowned by the element,
But cleaner than yesterday I glow
Grilled and peeled by the element,
Left to rust and rot.
Hoping to break up, yet I wake up.
Not forever desired,
But eternally I live.
I am plastic.
- Jesse Adiele -
The Complex Simplicity, But The Simplest Complexity.Sober Reflection It was all joy and smile As I rolled out of the factory. Like a new minted coin, I shone. I didn't worth much, but I was worthy and wanted. Everyday was wishes of bliss. But sooner I became an object of boredom. A home to call mine I desired, or at least traded for a fair price; But there are more where I came from. Like a used and unwanted toy, I was cast off, left alone on the lawn. Pounded and drowned by the element, But cleaner than yesterday I glow Grilled and peeled by the element, Left to rust and rot. Hoping to break up, yet I wake up. Not forever desired, But eternally I live. I am plastic. - Jesse Adiele - The Complex Simplicity, But The Simplest Complexity.
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